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Consider me the caboose on the bandwagon. And I totally copy/pasta'd this and just tweaked it because, hey, no new characters, and I really liked my wording in the last one. I tried to write it anew, but it just wasn't quite as good. So, voila.

( The Students )

( The Teachers )

( The Townies )


( The Alumni )

( The Player )

And, just two thingsfor outside the cut:

Telepaths and the like? All my kids are fair game for that kind of stuff, and I don't mind you using it at will! The one exception is with Cal. If you want to pick up on the hermaphrodite thing, awesome, just please keep in mind that it's a very big, important secret for him and at least give me warning via narrative if it's anything they might do anything with. I definitely don't mind if they do, I just like to keep a close eye on who knows what in his case.

Also, Minsc can pick up on things like if you're undead, supernatural, magical, or even just plain evil, but is unlikely to really say anything unless it comes up. Unless it's the last case, in which he might try to kill you, depending on the situation (he doesn't like evil, okay?). If you'd rather not, or there's some little detail or whatever you'd like to discuss, just let me know! We'll work something out!

YES ANOTHER ONE.

Soooo, apparently, I'm going to Chicago for the next three days with my fiance's family to be all touristy and hit up museums and shit. Which will still be pretty awesome. So I won't be around until Tuesday night. Bawwww. Continue pretending all my kids (Val, Turtle, Daisy, Minsc, Rachel) are quiet, and, hopefully, I'll be able to work something out with Daisy's class on Monday.

Thankfully, hopefully, though, when I do get back Tuesday, this will be the last one of these I'll have to make for a while and it'll be smooth sailing straight on 'til morning.

Valentine, half asleep and half awake, found herself stretched, long and lean, quite like a cat, and comfortably so, except that wasn't actually much of a cat anymore. It didn't even registers until, pressing out the length of her limbs, she instinctively, almost habitually now, brought her hand to her mouth, intent to smooth out some rogue strand of fur, and found that it was a hand and not a paw, and then all the other spacial relations started to settle into place and relate that she was hardly nominally feline any more.

It would also seem that she'd managed to keep her clothes, which seemed good, since Ender was still curled around her. She smiled a little, faintly, and considered telling him to get up, but she only shifted a little to curl around him back. If Ender was holding onto her like this, she knew there was a reason, and the reason wouldn't be very good. Ender wasn't exactly a cuddler. And while she couldn't exactly comfort him with purring now like she had yesterday, she could just close her eyes, lower her head to breathe in the scent of his hair, and comfort him by just being there.

That's all she ever really wanted, anyway.


[[ for the brother, and for anyone else who might want to swing by to check on either of them. or flying monkeys, too. sure. why not? ]]

As a cat, significantly furrier and smaller than usual and without the ability to do as much as she was used to doing as a bipedal creature with opposable thumbs, Valentine was making a list in her head of the pros and cons of being feline. Many of them were double-edged.

For example: something was going on here. Pro: being a cat seemed to make her immune to whatever it was. Con: immune as she was, she had no resources to investigate it as she would have liked to.

Ender, apparently, was subject to it. Pro: she could use knowing that he passed out against him if she ever needed to. Con: there was nothing she could do to help him or even try to wake him up, short of meowing and licking his face. Pro: she could lick his face and he couldn't even complain.

There was also the interesting case of hairballs, a case that unfortunately now settled in a small soon-to-be-stain on the floor. Excessive grooming lead to hairballs. Con: throwing up from too much personal grooming was not fun at all. Con: she had no method of cleaning it up unless she were to lick it up. Pro: she had no method of cleaning it up unless she were to lick it up, which meant she felt no guilt in going and sitting on the bed and watching and waiting for Ender to wake up so he could clean it instead.

Pro: Ender would never know that she licked his face trying to wake him up after the hairball incident.

Con: Ender was a smart kid. He might not need to know, and will figure it out anyway.

Valentine sighed, settling on the bed and grooming herself yet again, hoping this cat thing (or this passed out Ender thing) didn't last for too long.

[[ Yes, this post is very inspired by actual cats. Room and brother modded with permission. Door closed, mostly establishy and an outlet for my weird ass brain, but also open if there's other scragglers not entrenched deeply in the BDE. ]]

The time has come, the Walrus said, to take a little breaksky.

That's not how it goes, but that's how it is. At the moment, I'm suffering a little bit of an RL a'splosion, and the addition of working through a BDE while also working through RL stress is not a very good combination, so I'm taking a break through the duration of the plot. I'll still be around (faithful squirrel duty!), but I'm plucking my kids out for a while in that desperate attempt we call 'clinging to Sanity.'

Here's the rundown, for those who care:

Turtle is a turtle, retroactively since Saturday, as Maron, who has modding rights, discovered yesterday.

As of this morning, Valentine is a cat, and the stoic brother dear has modding rights there.

Daisy was in England yesterday because her father had a nasty run in with an Atari bomb (best not ask), but will now be sent back to the States on a mission from Freelance Police, involving the investigation of dastardly tampering with the World's Largest Ball of Twine. This is not only an awesome example of Sam & Max canon, but it also ties in very nicely with the book that Daisy's canon is a sequel to, in a way that just demands a cameo from Daisy's future dead father-in-law that is just too beautiful for words. Loki is watering her plants while she's gone. Or at least he better be.

Minsc & Boo will be faithfully returning to Faerûn on the pretense that his old rambling crew got into a bit of a stitch, and the only one insane enough to help them through it is their old berserker. So that's where he'll be, hacking and slashing and being very excitable about it.

Charlotte is going to be busily bouncing back and forth between Connecticut and New York getting ready for the OMFG WEDDING next weekend. I seriously can't believe it's almost August already, wtf.

Rachel is going back to Georgia to visit with her mom (and maybe her sister if she has to) and celebrate her 22nd birthday, which is a very convenient way to finally settle on a date, since canon tells me Later Summer, but nothing specific.

Also, there will, unfortunately, be no new episode of So You Want to be the Nation's Next Top Model this week. There's some production issues. Apparently, someone's suing for format stealing, even if Tyra's involved in both projects.

That covered, I'll still be around (and by Wednesday will probably be chomping at the bit to be back properly), but I'm just stepping back a little to organize things RL a little better without the stress of worrying about my characters not being involved in the BDE. I have great envy for and look forward to reading some of the amazing crack you guys come up with that I just don't have the brain power for right now. ♥

Valentine had been up early, feeling a little restless for reasons that she couldn't quite explain. She'd had a good few days of just not really thinking about things, and so maybe that was why it just turned around and seemed to hit her so hard all of a sudden. Wanting to get some fresh air, she went outside, and up to the roof of her cabin, where she planned to sit and think and look up at the sky like she'd done so many times before for the past eight or so years.

Of course, what usually didn't happen was the fact that she was soon singing, too, unbeknowest of any very similar singing going on in another part of the island.

( Somewhere Out There, Beneath the Pale Moonlight (even though it's morning) )

Valentine blinked. A lot. The song...well, the song made her think of the whole reason she was out here, but the fact that there had been a song at all.

...Well, now she just hoped no one else heard it.

[[ the mun, however, feels very differently! So very open, although on SP until I wake up because it's past my bedtime, and feel free to have heard as much as you like; just don't interrupt, it's a duet! endsthegame totally rocks for appeasing my inner nerd. ]]

Was it really a lazy morning if you were multitasking? Valentine had decided that eating a bowl of cereal while working away at her computer, sitting on the floor with her back against the bed, was multitasking. She figured she should probably go out and try to be social in the hours of the morning that she had to do something in, but she just wasn't feeling it today. It was the kind of morning where she'd be more suited to socialize in a chatroom than a common room, and it was just so easy for her to get caught up in doing things on her laptop, adding another level to the lazy multitasking by both researching and writing a little.

Her involvement was exactly why she kept the door to the room open, so there was at least a suggestion of at least not being reclusive about it.


[[ and post is open, too! ]]

If anyone thought Valentine was going to do anything but go straight back to her room and not do anything after having a cross German man wave his sausages at her all day, they were just going to have to think again. She sought the refuge of her bed, curled up around her laptop, intending to get some of the work she had been hoping to do earlier.

But, as time went on, the Internet proved an interesting distraction, mostly in the form of...completely scholarly observations involving websites where people seemed to have...fewer and fewer clothes. Valentine's head tilted, intrigued.

...Research. For class. That was it.


[[ Door and post are open! ]]

It was probably not surprising that, now that she was moved into her actual room instead of being in the cabins, Valentine was spending a lot more time on her laptop. Curled up on her bed, she'd figured out the IM thing, and was discovering how to better manage her multitasking on the archaic interfaces that were starting to become more and more familiar with her. She wondered if she should be doing something more interactive, but, hey, if people showed up in the chat....and, really, thanks to class, she actually had a date this week. That was a socialization maneuver to meet her quota and then some.


[[ door and post are open, and i'm a dooork ]]

Valentine didn't know if she'd say she was eager to get out of the cabins and into her room, but she did have to admit that she didn't mind if she was rushing into the normal dormitory room. She wanted to get settled in, firstly, and there was just something more familiar in a bedroom shared with just one person rather than a cabin shared with several. She'd messed around with some of her stuff, moving it around into where it might feel right, before figuring out which bed was probably not Jaina's, curling up on it, and fiddling around on her laptop.

She'd left the door open, a surefire deterrent against saying that this preferred set-up was too antisocial.


[[ so, of course, the post is open, too! ]]

Valentine had considering going out to one of the campfires tonight, but then remembered that she'd been doing the socialization thing in overdrive (for her, anyway) all week, and was just going to take it easy in the living room of the cabin. She'd gotten something to munch on, a bag of pretzels and a soda, and curled up a little in a chair. She had the remote, too, flipping idly without much interest through the channels on the TV.


[[ open of course! ]]

It was just that sort of day, where the familiarity of how it just felt should have tipped Valentine right off the bat. In a subtle way, it probably did, since she wasn't at all surprised to fine the black car parked at the end of the driveway or the ban leaning against it, waiting for her, looking even a little fatter still from last time.

( 'Let's walk,' Graff said, and Valentine was already rerouting her course for the woods... )


[[ eeeee, establishly! NFI, NFB, obvs, but OOC is yay, especially since it's not WTF Saturday yet ]]